Seasonal shift

Fall creeps slowly here, as a child I was baffled by books that illustrated September as a time for long sleeves and falling leaves.
As an adult in the Lowcountry, I recognize the change as a shift in light.   Late in August the light shifts to a golden glow.  Though we still bake in the summer’s residual heat, the tide has turned and it is a long, slow slide toward winter.
The thermometer still says summer, but my heart has turned to fall and all that goes with it.